Chapter 33: The Goddess's First Command
Catriona watched from the doorway until the rhythm changed. Tiana’s breathy moans had deepened into ragged, open-mouthed gasps. Aidan was fucking her with a steady, piston-like drive, his hips slapping against the backs of her thighs. The girl’s hands were fisted in the sheets, her head thrown back, every muscle taut as a bowstring.
Aidan leaned down, murmuring something against her neck. Catriona couldn’t hear the words, but she saw their effect: Tiana’s body shuddered, a high, thin cry tearing from her throat as she came, her inner muscles clenching visibly around Aidan’s shaft. He rode her through it, his own pace unchanging, a man patiently mining a vein of pure sensation.
Only when her cries subsided into whimpers did he shift. He pulled out, his cock glistening and ruddy in the low light. With a gentle but firm hand, he rolled Tiana onto her stomach. She mumbled a protest into the pillow, but he shushed her, his voice a low rumble. He parted her legs, his thumbs stroking the slick, dark skin of her inner thighs before moving higher, to the tight furl of her asshole.Catriona held her breath. This was the unspoken prize.The final test.
Aidan reached for the bottle on the nightstand, slicking his fingers, then his own length. He pressed the blunt head of his cock against Tiana’s other entrance, applying a steady, insistent pressure.Her body stiffened. A sharp intake of breath.
“Relax, love,” Aidan coaxed, his voice thick.“Just breathe into it.Give it to me.”
He didn’t push. He waited.And after a long, tense moment, he was rewarded. Tiana’s body yielded, not all at once, but in a gradual, breathtaking surrender. Aidan groaned, a sound of pure animal triumph, as he sank inch by impossible inch into the unbelievable tightness. Tiana’s cry was muffled by the pillow, a mix of pain and shocking, sudden pleasure.
Catriona’s own pussy throbbed in sympathetic, vicious arousal. She watched, her hand moving under her robe to circle her clit, as Aidan fucked Tiana’s ass with a deep, rolling rhythm.It was a conquest.A claiming. The girl’s earlier composure was utterly shattered. She sobbed with each drive, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the headboard.It didn’t take long.Aidan’s control snapped. With a final, brutal thrust that arched Tiana’s back, he buried himself to the hilt and came. Catriona could see the pulses of his orgasm along the tense cords of his neck, the way his hands gripped Tiana’s hips hard enough to bruise. He collapsed over her, both of them slick with sweat and spent.Silence descended, broken only by their ragged breathing. After a minute, Aidan pulled out, and a trickle of his spend leaked from Tiana’s well-used hole.The girl didn’t move.She was asleep, or unconscious from the overload.
Catriona stepped into the room. Aidan looked up, his hazel eyes dark and satiated, but also questioning.He always sought her approval, her shared debauchery.
“Well?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Adequate,” Catriona said, a smirk playing on her lips.She untied her robe, letting it pool at her feet. She was still wet from watching, from touching herself. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, ignoring the sleeping girl beside them.Her fingertips traced the cum-smeared length of his softening cock. “You christened her ass.Quite the performance.”
He winced slightly at her touch, oversensitive. “She took it. Every bit.”
“They always do, for you,” Catriona murmured, leaning down to lick a stripe of salty sweat from his collarbone. “But it’s just opening acts, Aidan. Warm-ups.” She settled her weight onto him, guiding his thickening cock to her own dripping entrance. She sank down in one slow, deliberate motion, her cunt accepting him with a wet, hungry heat that made him gasp. “I’ve got the main event planned.”
She began to move, a lazy, grinding rotation of her hips.“Remember Freya? From your cosmology seminar? The willowy blonde who blushes whenever you explain redshift?”
Aidan’s hands came up to grip her massive, curvy arse, kneading the flesh. “Vaguely.”
“Liar.You’ve noticed her staring. Those big, innocent blue eyes following your every move.” Catriona tightened her inner muscles, drawing a sharp groan from him. “She’s untouched.A true virgin. Especially back there.”
She felt his cock jump inside her at the words.His fantasy, laid bare.His greatest, most secret hunger.
“I texted her while I was watching you ruin this one,” Catriona continued, her pace increasing. She bounced on him now, her tits swaying, her red hair a fiery cascade. “Told her the brilliant Professor MacLeod needed a private research assistant tonight. Something about… calibrating his telescope.” She let out a breathy laugh.“She said yes, Aidan. She’s on her way.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, his hips thrusting up to meet her downward slams. “Cat, you’re a wicked fucking genius.”
“I know,” she panted.“And I want to watch. I want to see those innocent eyes go wide when she sees what she’s meant to take. I want to hear her beg before she even understands what she’s begging for.” She leaned forward, her lips against his ear. “And when you’re done stretching her virgin asshole wide open, when you’ve pumped it full of your hot fucking cum, you’re going to pull out and give what’s left to me. You’re going to fuck my used, greedy pussy with your messy, dripping cock and fill me up too.”
The image, her filthy words, tipped him over the edge. He came inside her with a broken shout, his body bucking beneath hers. She rode out his orgasm, milking him with fierce, rhythmic clenches until he was shuddering and spent.
She climbed off him, feeling his seed leak down her thigh. She looked at the wreckage of the bed: the unconscious, thoroughly fucked Tiana, and Aidan, lying there gloriously depleted.
The buzzer from the apartment intercom sliced through the heavy silence.
Catriona’s smile was predatory.She picked up her phone, her fingers tapping the screen to let Freya in. She looked at Aidan, his cock already beginning to stir again with renewed, terrible potential.
“Up,” she commanded, her voice cold and sweet.“Wash up. Put on your trousers, no shirt.Look the part of the distracted academic.” She tossed him a towel. “Your next pupil is here.And Professor?” She paused in the doorway, naked, proud, gleaming with their shared sins. “Don’t be gentle.”